Lan Jin was frightened by the fierce look in his eyes and shrank back behind Yu Haixiong.
Huang Mao's side had five men, all of them men, while Yu Haixiong's side had four men, one of whom was a woman. Five against four, it was an overwhelming victory.
But Yu Haixiong had lost his mind and was shouting that he must report to the police. One of the violent brothers, Huang Mao, pinned him to the table and rained punches down on Yu Haixiong's face.
He punched with incredible force, striking with all his might, and Yu Haixiong's face instantly turned bruised and purple.
A scream erupted from the restaurant moments later, accompanied by the clatter of bowls and chopsticks hitting the ground.
The restaurant manager was distressed by the loss of the dishes, fearing it might lead to a fatality, and instructed his staff to quickly report the incident to the police.
There was a law enforcement checkpoint near the train station, and two police officers arrived quickly.
"Stop! All of you, stop!"
The blond-haired gang didn't expect someone to actually report it. Although they were very angry, they could only retreat to the side like mice seeing a cat.
They all have precedents, and going back in would mean spending a long time in jail, which isn't worth it.
This scoundrel caused all the trouble. They've made a mental note of it. In their territory, killing him would be a piece of cake.
Lan Jin helped Yu Haixiong up with a look of concern on her face. "Brother Xiong, how are you?"
Yu Haixiong, his eyes red, shook her off and pointed a trembling finger at the blond-haired man.
"Comrade Gong'an, I want to report a case. This person stole my money. He splashed water on me just now, and while pretending to wipe the water, he stole my money."
The blond guy was furious. "I didn't. He lost it himself. It has nothing to do with me. He opened the zipper himself. I have no idea what was in his bag."
Both sides had their own reasons, and the argument dragged on for a while.
Gong An asked the guests at the next table, some of whom were afraid of causing trouble and didn't dare to speak, while others genuinely didn't see it.
Only one or two people said that Huang Mao did touch Yu Haixiong's bag, but they didn't know whether he stole it or not.
Xie Lin and Shi Shi both said, "We were far apart and didn't notice."
If there are no witnesses, then we can only find physical evidence.
Since Yu Haixiong insisted that Huang Mao stole the money, the only option was to search him.
As Huang Mao said, he only had a pittance in his pocket, not enough to hold the more than eight thousand yuan that Yu Haixiong mentioned.
Yellow Hair didn't bring a bag, and neither did his brother; there was nowhere to hide the money.
With the situation in their favor, the blond-haired man became arrogant and started shouting in a vulgar manner.
"See? He lost it himself, but he's trying to pin the blame on me. Comrade Gong'an, we are honest citizens, how could we possibly steal?"
The two young police officers' lips twitched.
You? Don't you know you've been to the police station several times in the past six months? A conscientious citizen, my foot!
Yu Haixiong was extremely panicked. "How is this possible? I clearly touched my bag when I sat down, and the money was there. How could so much money just disappear into thin air?"
He frantically turned the bag upside down and shook it on the ground, hoping to reveal all his wealth.
But to his disappointment, all he found was a shirt soaked with water.
He collapsed to the ground, utterly disoriented, muttering, "It's over, it's over."
Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted to his nose, and he perked up.
"Lan Jin, our money is wrapped in a piece of cloth. Was that cloth washed with soap?"
Lan Jin felt both heartbroken over the money and the person, her voice choked with emotion, "Yes, Xiong-ge, those were leftover scraps of fabric from making clothes for you. They were gray, and I cut them into squares and washed them clean just to wrap money."
Yu Haixiong had no time to care whether she was crying or not. He suddenly dropped to the ground, and when he saw the piece of cloth embroidered with a blue bear, he was overjoyed.
Lan Jin said that his name contained the character "Xiong," which sounds like "bear," so she embroidered a simple little bear on each of her handkerchiefs with blue thread, symbolizing the unity of husband and wife, and the shape was exactly the same.
He had already put his money in the bag at the factory, so he recognized the smell of the cloth and the little bear.
He secretly prayed that the money was still there, and just as he was about to reach out to grab it, he remembered something and quickly got up.
"Comrade Gong'an, I saw it! I saw the piece of cloth my wife embroidered with a little bear. It was the piece of cloth that wrapped the money, and now that piece of cloth is under these people's table."
The blond-haired guy and his friends remained calm; if they didn't steal, they didn't steal.
"If you say so, then so be it. Maybe you're just framing me with a piece of rag. Since you think I stole your money, then take it out and see if you have any."
What an idiot! Someone must have stolen his money, thrown the scrap cloth on the ground, and somehow it ended up under his table.
Once the money's gone, let's see how he tries to talk his way out of it.
Yu Haixiong isn't stupid. If he were to get involved in this situation, he could very well be accused of orchestrating the whole thing.
“Comrades Gong’an, please lie down and look. It’s really there. I’m not sure if there’s any money inside, but I’m sure that piece of cloth belongs to my wife.”
The situation took a turn for the better; the police didn't delay and immediately moved the table.
There was a footrest under the table, and a wooden board was blocking the way. After moving the board aside, the police officer peered down and saw a gray cloth.
only......
Gong An, his face contorted with anger, took out the tightly bound piece of cloth. It was wrapped in squares and was clearly not an empty piece of cloth.
The bundles of 100-yuan bills were opened amidst the crowd's anticipation, revealing neatly stacked stacks of bills. The onlookers felt a mixture of envy, greed, and disbelief.
The most unbelievable one was the blond guy: "How is that possible? I didn't even touch his bag."
Even Huang Mao's brothers weren't sure, since they were all the same kind of people, and any one of them would have made a move if they were really faced with so much money.
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